'Objects In Space'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Exactly. I didn't expect him to live up to Trickster so much as curious-into-trouble-getting and coyote colors, but...yep.
eta: when I pry a fake mouse from his growling jaws and put it away, if I make a fist, he valiantly tries to pry it open and is convinced it must still be on my person.
Aww, at last I know where my precious Lucy*-cat was reincarnated.
* after Charlie Brown's Lucy. To stick with the OMG what was I thinking with that name theme.
Should such a thing exist, know she's got a good home. eta: and, um, balls.
Even if Devi's a bitch.
I wish I knew why success terrified me so.
connie - I know this one, even though I wish it to myself. Now, I don't know your reasons for it, but I find it a big help when a friend (not a specific friend, just any friend in general) will come, slap my face (metaphorically speaking) and go "you deserve this, bitch. And yes, you can do this. Now stop complaining already, for I have tons of Real Life Problems for you to hear and solve. How's the world peace coming along, by the way?".
Allyson - it is exciting to read these little updates about your book every morning. I find myself wondering what will happen to Sam when I come here, from time to time.
I'm not even sure how late I am with either--happy birthday Nilly and Emmett!
I slept through my PT appointment today. It was at 3:30. I'm not sure how I managed to sleep almost uninterrupted that long. I'm going to have to set alarms every day. How is that to spend time off work?
happy birthday Nilly
happy birthday Emmett
I thought Fringe was actually v. good this week - beyond the Bishops. (And I love how despite seeming totally lost in his world - Walter does have a pretty good idea of what is going on around him.)
Crawling into bed now, but stopping first to wish Nilly the happiest possible birthday (until next year's, and the year after, and so forth for always).
We went into the East Bay for Emmett's birthday dinner at a swanky burger joint; he had been feeling sickish and low but when he saw us coming up the street he came bolting out of the restaurant and pelting toward Matilda, and they were just crowing with delight and snuzzling and laughing and whooping it up with perfect giddy joy.
Burgers were good, too (and it was a Berkeley burger joint, so plenty of veggie options); just not as good as the sibling giddiness.
So good that they can make the day better for each other
Happy birthday Nilly!